As we all know, winding zero is a human being

For a moment, just for a moment, the whole scene became chaotic and strange.

The end of the festival was almost until Yinshi. According to the original plan, if the children of this family were safe and turned into ghosts, according to the original plan, there would not be too much time left for them. In order to avoid ushering in the early morning With the first ray of dangerous sunshine, they will inevitably return to the mansion much earlier.

Although he dared to keep Zhu Shi who hated him and probably cursed him every day, Guiwu Tsuji still behaved quite sincerely in the face of the sun, which is a big killer that can't be joked. .

But after he finished saying this and made preparations for a two-hour long-distance running and fighting, which is comparable to a triathlon, Zero found that the ghost dance Tsuji who had been called out by his former name seemed to be down.

It wasn't a deliberate stillness, his eyes were blank, and even the bad water that had been brewing disappeared intermittently.

Has his young master avoided his name to such an extent?

If he knew that was the case—

Sorry, dare to do it next time.

However, the downtime that belonged to the ancestor of ghosts seemed to happen in an instant, and the swordsmen of the ghost killing team who scattered and took the unlucky family with them didn't have time to take their precautions and run too far.

While they were concerned about resisting the tool ghosts that were summoned by the ancestor of the ghosts to support the scene, they also had to be vigilant against the ghost dance Tsuji who had caused serious trauma to their ghost killing team——

Wait, the vigilance they made seems a bit redundant——

The ancestor of the ghost, chasing after him straight in one direction?

He was the first to lead the race and hadn't run a mile away, and Lingyi held the knife in his hand and hadn't noticed any movement. He wondered a little strangely, would his young master really catch up...?

Not to mention that he has never seen the sick and weak body running before, but just thinking about it makes him feel very disobedient——

There were no footsteps, which was a good thing, as if no other ghosts were chasing in his direction.

He couldn't help but look back.

Originally maintaining the circulation of the breathing method, it doesn't matter for him to support and run at a uniform speed.

It's just that when he turned around, Ling Haojian held up the saber with the reaction force of the slash, so he didn't get the achievement of falling on the flat ground with his feet sprained.

Blood and hair sprouted like blood vessels in the exposed and visible places outside the kimono, and the thorn whip spreading from the spine on the back was wrapped in flesh-pink new flesh.

The erupting power that seems to be able to swallow up the life force of others shows just what kind of manic state its owner is in right now.

"If you stop now, I can forget the past."

Only those eyes narrowed slightly, and the calmness contrary to that force appeared in Onimai Tsuji's words.

"..."

Even against the strong wind, he heard these words clearly.

It's just that Zero runs faster.

Whoever believes is a puppy.

With those thorn whips as a support point, the ancestor of the ghost chased him not too slowly. Every time the thorn whip fell, Wu Mi's figure was affected to follow up and move forward for a moment, and the broken rocks blown up on the ground also hindered him. escape route.

Turning his head back, Zero couldn't organize his words well, after seeing exactly the ghost side of his young master unfolding in front of him...

Now he just thinks that the san value is going crazy, okay? !

Countless gaps grew from under the dark red hair, and the sharp small teeth were all quite white——

Is that why you can despise his appetite? !He didn't want to know the reason at all! ! !

"Tell me—zero."

Wu Mi was chasing closely behind him for several hundred meters. Occasionally, the gap would widen, but it would soon be shortened.

Both knew that this unsaved chase would only stop when daylight came.

"Tell me how you did it."

"Tell me how you survived, and why did you... want to escape after returning to me?"

...?

The question of how he survived was actually placed at the forefront.

Ling wanted to laugh but couldn't laugh, the planned escape route deviated from the narrow mountain road, and they had already rushed into the forest.

The moon halo will always follow unhurriedly, as if watching this good show.

The blades of grass rubbed fine lines on his cheeks, which were slightly itchy, and he had to use sword skills and parkour to keep from slowing down due to the occasional rugged terrain in the mountains and forests.

In order to avoid the situation where he needs to stop, he still uses Moon's Breath, and as for Sun's Breath, it is his last trump card.

Brother Jiguo, yyds!

"Master Tsujiya—there is a wilderness beyond. If you wait until the sunrise, you may not find a place to hide?"

His thoughts returned to the terrain he had already touched, and Zero felt that he needed a kind reminder.

If he got out of this mountain forest, he remembered that there would be a boundless wilderness, only scattered houses and rice fields scattered on it, and golden yellow wheat waves would shine under the warm autumn sun.

The morning light will reflect unreservedly on this land.

And until full sunrise...an hour and a half.

Just after he finished saying this, the suddenly extended thorn whip ruthlessly shattered the rock in front of him, and he rolled over with his head in his arms to avoid the boulder that could crush half of his body by visual inspection, his body temperature rose sharply. As he climbed higher, Zero felt his heart was about to jump out of his chest.

He followed the direction of the thorn whip to realize that the tentacles-like flesh and blood were twisted together, and the force of the irregularly writhing flesh and blood was not only stronger than before, but even the length was unreasonably extended. open.

The things that were still tightly wrapped in his arms were scattered all over the place, and the saber was also at hand.

Compared with his embarrassed posture covered in mud and dust, Onimai Tsuji Muchan, the boss of the chase battle, returned to his previous posture with that calmness, without sweating or panting.

Wait, that must be an illusion!

Considering those thorn whips, his young master looked quite exquisite in front of the kimono, but the back must have been tattered and hung with several holes!

"Well, it seems that your concern is unnecessary."

Wu Mi stared at him carefully, as if wanting to overthrow the previous judgment, he carefully engraved Ling's current appearance into those eyes.

The clothes have not changed under his hand, and the subtleties between the eyebrows and eyes are still the same. Even if he doesn't make any expressions, he always has a smile that makes him not feel bored now.

So what's the sickening change that has brought it all to where it is now?

"Now answer my question."

He seemed to be belatedly remembering what had happened in the past few days, and a trace of displeasure and deeper anger emerged on his face.

"What do you want to hear?" Zero didn't know how he could be so calm in this situation, and even thought about it, "Are you so sure that I will tell the truth?"

"...You know what I hate." Wu Mi used a teaching tone, as if giving him an ultimatum, "Come here obediently, and tell me everything."

It was done, and Ishiya Miyashiki was right again.

Although the reason why he can still appear in this world is not known to the second person for the time being, Guiwu Tsuji Wuyou obviously cares more about this reason than his existence.

He is no different from ordinary humans, but he appeared 600 years later across the long river of time.

So for the time being, I can still retain my human identity, and the sequelae of amnesia transformed into a ghost. Even Oni Wu Tsuji Wumi doesn't know how to avoid it [-]%. It can only be said that the human body is indeed a very delicate and fragile thing.

Even his young master himself couldn't figure out the subtle changes that really existed in him.

In case he was caught up before sunrise like now, this reason became his last talisman.

Therefore, being stared at by the kind of eyes that seemed to be ruthless, shameless and unreasonable, Ling propped up half of his body on his elbows, and it became a little difficult to turn his face to change the subject, but he persisted: "You have also changed A lot—why won't I be allowed to change?"

"You're killing what little patience I have left, Zero."

Guiwu Tsuji Wuyou approached slowly, and he suddenly evoked a dangerous smile.

Before he bent down, he spoke in a firm tone, as if he took those things as chips in his hands.

"Or, you have become greedy and you want more?"

Something dangerous sprouted in the darkness and blossomed into twisted flowers.

Compared with the bestowal that Guiwu Tsuji imagined, he didn't know that his action was more like plundering.

Bit by bit, he will grab what doesn't belong to him.

And what belongs to him, he will firmly hold on to it, not leaving any risk of it being taken away.

The face with no dead angle from any direction was enlarged before Zero's eyes, the fangs ravaged his lips, and the taste of rust and iron permeated his mouth.

"Do not……?"

This, this is the feeling of kissing?

Painful, bloody, breathless?

Fortunately, Wu Mi still remembered that Ling was a human being, and finally licked the sweet blood beads from the corners of his lips, and Wu Mi gently let go of his hand that was clamping his chin.

And taking advantage of this gap for breathing, regardless of such a big struggle, his palm will be scratched by a blunt and hard stone, and the pain will make him more awake with zero stimulation.

Only this... only this thing, it can't be used like this.

However, he only struggled to take a step back, the back of his neck was easily and unquestionably pressed down, and the feathered fabric that was torn into a long hole was grabbed into the palm of the other hand.

And in the next moment.

The irresistible force grabbed his waist and pulled him step by step back to the cold embrace of the ancestor of ghosts.

It was as if something that appeared in plural was beating deafeningly to show its existence.

Click, click, click, it is the sound of a strange heart beating.

Zero was almost suffocated by those sounds.